Nicole awoke slowly, peacefully fluttering her eyes and remembering the night before. She turned over gently, careful not to wake Damien. He was sleeping as soundly as a newborn baby. At rest he looked even more beautiful, if that was possible. Nicole was free to think of him as innocent as long as his eyes were softly shut. Damien had smooth curves of cheekbones. The apples of his cheeks were red as if from windburn. So soft, his face was beautiful, but there was definitely something about his presence so that you knew he was not a "pretty boy", he was very manly. Boy was Damien a man, Nicole thought.

A few minutes later, Damien awoke. He caught Nicole staring at him and she blushed furiously. He kissed her lightly on the forehead and luaghed it off.

"Coffee to wake you up?" he asked.

"No thanks," Nicole said, "caffiene makes me shaky. Do you have any orange juice?"

"Sorry don't carry anything but coffee."

"Well then," Nicole sighed "I guess you'll just have to wake me up." She grinned devilishly.

"I can definitely do that" said Damien kissing her passionately.

They were really getting into it when the 8 o clock church bell rang.

"O my god," Nicole exclaimed. "I have to get to school!"

She scrambled into her clothes, ran down the spiral staircase, grabbed her coat and slung her backpack over her shoulder. Stumbling out the front door, she yelled, "I'll see you at 5!"